His mama ran off when he was just a kidSo he never really knew her at allJust a picture of a girl in a sad blue dressHanging beside a cross on the wallHis daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelersNow he drives the bottle deep into the nightHe was always saying son, you're just no goodYou'll never do anything rightHe never got enough love in all his lifeHe wasn't brought up right he never got enough loveThe screams and the bruises and the broken bottlesThese were things he understoodFrom busted chairs to a broken heartHe got away as soon as he couldWhen he was just eighteen he got his very own gunShot a kid near a liquor store one nightHe was all mixed up he never understood whyHe was only lookin' to prove his daddy rightHe never got enough love in all his lifeHe wasn't brought up right he never got enough loveHe never got enough love in all his lifeHe wasn't brought up right he never got enough love